San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-02-01

myers nc tile buttons OF a dry shirt,
seeming TO see myself quite long way
off in the mirror, Charlie in another
suit appeared. After l had assured
him for about the twentieth time that
/ was rather better than worse for my
ducking, for the brandy had produced
deceptive complacency, he informed
me that he had only learned that very
day was friend of Edith's.
"Strangel" said |, she has been beg
ging me to forgive you ever since last
June"
"Why, that's exactly what she has
been doing with me" said he. she
made me promise to ask you To forgive
me this morning." continued he. Il
have been very ungratetul; please for
give me, uncle"
Forgive him, indeed! Where should
l have been if he had not pulled me
out of the trackless seaI
My dear BOY Ny dear boyl"
Then we both understood the little
game Edith had been playing. And
my eyes grew moist; something-per-
haps the brandy and water-had
touched the fountain of my emo
tions.
IL only staid away" said he, "be-
cause | wanted TO show you / wasn't
such muff as you thought | was"
you have been quite right to be-
come an artist" said L, shaking his
hand an unnecessary while, "and | am
sure you will be successful one
1t seemed to me he must be capable
Of anything after pulling me out of the
water. Then we went down to lunch,
objects of curiosity to the other guests,
L. 10 o. .han
a wine | only take when my nerves
have received O shock. That day it
seemed to have a strange effect on the
root Of my tongue and to increase the
warmth of my affection for the world
at large. Charlie told me how his pict-
ures were beginning to sell, and every
thing appeared to me in very rosy
light.
Lunch over, l had an interview with
Mrs. Lyall.
Your generous Offer" she said, "pla-
ces the matter on an entirely different
footing"
The generous offer" referred to an
allowance wished to settle on Charlie
if he would allow it. Generous" for
sooth! Why, if he hadn't pulled me
out of the water he would be in pos
session of all my belongings. and it
seems hard people should suffer for do
ing their duty. So Edith and Charlie
are happy; their story has ended; the
curtain has dropped. If you 60 to the
Academy you will see some Of his pict-
ures hanging Oh the line. Already
am beginning to get reflected glory
from his talent. | have a picture Of
myself by him, which in my opinion
and l am no bad JUDGES equal to al
most any portrait know, except one
OF Andrea del SartO by himself, which
you can see any day you like at the
National Gallery. Besides this l pos
sess another, a very drOll one too. A
stout gentleman is struggling in the
water; the expression OF his face is
very cOmical, while a young lady with
dlsheveled hair, standing in boat, is
wringing her hands. Beneath is writ
ten in Edith's hand, Reconciliation
with my uncle"
| stole it from Charities sketch book,
and, although brag a good deal about
"the great work of myself in oils"
which hangs in the best light in my
dining-rOom, no one ever sees the
other. Whenever am, owing to govt
or other causes, disposed to look on the
world with eyes of discomfort, it re.
minds me how grateful 1 ought to be,
and Is of more value as mental tonic
than any sermon have ever heard
Temple Bar.